I remember to the day – I looked into the mirror.
Hoping that a man – would be coming nearer.
Lathered up my face – for one tiny hair.
Razor with no blade – I didn’t really care.
Then it came to pass – when I would shave for real.
The cuts and Toilet P – seemed to seal the deal.
Now late in life I sing – a note and different tone.
I wish that all those hairs – would fall off on their own.